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The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 17 Sep 2009 09:19 PM |
“ZIG !! GET BACK HERE AND RUB MY FEET!” A plump Ophelia screams from the back room of the Guyver Store. Zigzig is fast asleep standing up at the Guyver’s Store front counter. He does not stir.
“ZIG! You better not be asleep again or you can forget about sleeping at the foot of my bed tonight!”
Zigzig startles awake and immediately eyes the large Jack-o-lantern on the counter next to him. Half-asleep, he is sure it has started talking again. The moving of the Guyver’s store hasn’t left behind the evil eyes in the dark. Ophelia promised the move would leave all the scary things behind. That the Sugerman would not come back to haunt them. His train of thought quickly derails with the sound of Ophelia’s voice, “Oh…and heat up a Shiv Blade. We are going to need it. My teeth aren’t cutting through my feet blisters.”
Zigzig rubs the sleep boogers out of his eyes. The Jack-o-lantern is not speaking to him again it is only Ophelia. With that Zigzig’s mind begins to wonder. Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia the epitome of Orclun beauty. Those missing finger’s and teeth, the wonderful seductive scaring on her body, the large chunk of flesh missing from her torso, he will never love another as he loves Ophelia. He just wishes he could tell her somehow. How could a bumbling fool like himself ever be able to win over the savior of M’Goth Tukar? Sure, he knows what he is supposed to do.
Take her. Bash her over the head and drag her off to his cave like so many of his Orclun brothers’ have done to their wives. But Ophelia is different. She isn’t your typical Orclun. She could crush his scull like a fresh Kow eyeball. The woman eats from Elf's sculls for Gruins sake! He doesn’t stand a chance. No, Ophelia only deserves the powerful Orclun like M’Goth Tukar’s Chief or maybe even Mr. Jessup, not little old Zigzig. How in the world could he possibly get the attention of an Orclun goddess?
Zigzig grabs a set of keys under the counter. He lumbers to the store’s front door and locks up. He heads back to Ophelia’s bedroom, forgetting the Shiv.
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Why did she ever let Mr. Salt talk her into hiking out to the Great River? Ophelia thinks to herself. It had been 6 months and 40 pounds since she had taken such a trip. She could barely squeeze in and out of her blood encrusted, now slightly rusting armor. The trip only amounted into her feet killing her and a monster headache. Trouncing around the woods in steel boots two sizes too small and being repeatedly raised from the dead will do that to a woman. She keeps telling herself that she is over doing this type of thing but Mr. Salt keeps bringing her back in. She enjoys running Mr. Johe’s shop.
Sure the shop isn’t making a profit, or actually breaking even, but she didn’t mind making up the difference with her own reserves. For the first time in her life she actually enjoys what she is doing. No flesh deals with devils in over a year. No bounty hunters chasing her with the most powerful weapons in Vives. No snooty eyed elves mumbling at her in the streets. No one following her, that she new of anyway.
And most of all, she had nothing to do with Mr. Jessup. Just her, the shop, and least us not forget the big lug at the counter, Zig. She did miss Mr. Johe and Mr. Salt, but Mr. Johe was long gone and Mr. Salt must learn to deal with his own problems. Nope, she was official done with running around in the wilds fighting Atalan, or devils under port, or Nilhami, Nilllima, whatever there names wizards by the Great River. She is finished, retired, quit, and bored; incredibly mind numbingly bored. She needed to find something different.
“Damnit ZIG get in here!” |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 18 Sep 2009 08:25 AM |
| Love is in the air!!! |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 24 Sep 2009 04:57 PM |
The trip to M’Goth Tukar was tough, mighty tough. Zigzig almost froze to death trying to get there. The path had change so much in the years he had been gone. He barely survived. He got lost for 3 days in the frozen lands before finding something he recognized. Living in Port for so long had greatly softened his survival skills. He knew he was lucky to be alive, but that didn’t matter. He might be a little thinner and minus three toes, but he made it. He now stood at the gates of his people peering up at the great statue of M’Goth himself. Facing his people after being in the city for so long will be tough, but he must speak to the High Shaman. He needs guidance. Zigzig makes his way inside the home of the Orclun.
A burly looking squat-monster of an Orclun guards the cave Zigzig exits into the inner courtyard of M’Goth. This Orclun displays a large poorly stitched scar etching from forehead over a missing right eye and finishing up below his ear. He is dressed in animal hides and carries a large blood stained double headed axe. He speaks to Zigzig in the native tongue.
“You stink of city stranger brother. Your face is unknown to me, stranger brother, but you are welcome. Take warning stranger brother. You are being watched.” With that the Orclun goes back to guarding the entrance to the cave.
Zigzig surveys the inner courtyard happy it has not changed. He quickly makes his way to the Shaman’s cave. Once inside, his nose is bombarded with the pleasant smell of sulfur and fire beetle droppings. Nothing in this world smelled so much like home. Zigzig peers through the murky steam at long forgotten faces. He finally arrives at the one Orclun he will never forget the High Shaman. Zigzig wades through the mist to the holy Orclun. He drops to a knee and bows.
“High Shaman, I come seeking advice. Will you listen to my words?” Zigzig’s Orclun speak is rusty and comes out much softer then he wishes.
“Speak brother,” Replies the High Shaman.
“I wish to take another Orclun as a wife.”
“Then take her! Show her your strength and take her!” The High Shaman speaks loud and clearly for all in the chamber to hear. The words “take her” come out through gritted teeth with much force to further emphasize.
“I wish it was that easy Great Shaman. There is a problem,” Zigzig keeps his eyes low showing respect.
“No problem! Orclun women respect strength! You take her!” The shaman makes a two handed grasping motion, “You show her your strength by making her your women. Does another wish for this same woman?”
Zigzig lets out a small sigh, “All Orclun wish for this woman.”
The Shaman gives him a puzzled look, “Speak up Brother! No riddles! Tell me what you wish to know.”
“How do I win over a woman who cannot be won by the likes of me?” Zigzig replies.
The High Shaman frowns and raises his voice further, “Does the city make you this weak?! We are Orclun, we are strength! This woman will never love you if you cannot show it!”
“Great Shaman I do not doubt my strength. But, I will never be strong enough to take this woman.”
“What woman is so-“ The High Shaman stops suddenly and ponders his next words, “Tell me her name.” His words spoken as if he knows the answer but does not want to believe it.
Zigzig swallows hard and replies, “She, Ophelia.”
A noise escapes the High Shaman’s mouth. To Zigzig it sounds very much like holding back laughter. “You wish to tame the Ophelia?!” The High Shaman’s says with booth confusion and laughter.
“I do. I love this woman. I have loved this woman. I will always love her.” Replies Zigzig with the conviction usually reserved for zealots.
The High Shaman nods slowly, “Now, I understand. The Savior of M’Goth cannot be tamed. She cannot be taken. She is no normal Orclun. She is more,” the next word is spoken with much venom, “human then Orclun. Brother, are you sure you wish to proceed? It will most likely end with her taking your life.”
“A day does not pass without me seeing her. Many days I have spent at the end of her bed-”
The shaman interrupts laughing, “End? A dog sleeps at the end of the bed, brother. You must mean, in.” The Shaman corrects as one would correct a non-native speaker.
Zigzig decides its best to comply and not go any deeper, “Yes, in. We live and work together. Each day grows more desperate as my love grows stronger. My heart will surly burst if I cannot have her. My life has no meaning without her-“
“Enough! Your words are like filthy elf. The City has made you weak brother. But, I know something of human.” The Shaman glances around and lowers his voice so only Zigzig can hear, “You must woo her.”
“Woo her?” repeats Zigzig.
“Yes, wooooo her,” sounding much like a cow. “Show her,” The Shaman actually gags a little, blowing the smell of vomit into Zigzig’s face, “affection. You must,” he takes a deep breath as if this next word pains him to say it, “listen,” he gags again, “to her. You must ask her,” The High Shaman stumbles a little, “about her feelings. And then, give her presents.” The High Shaman closes his eyes and takes in some deep breaths. It is obvious the last words have taken much from him, “Go now Brother, this talk has made me ill. You know what you must do.”
Zigzig nods, turns, and leaves. The wooing of the Savior of M’Goth now begins. |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 26 Sep 2009 11:03 AM |
| Awsome!! |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 30 Sep 2009 01:51 PM |
So he must woo her, Zigzig thinks to himself. Woo her as a human would do. His brother Gwar always did tell him he was more human then Orc. Perhaps this will help. Thinking about Gwar made him a little sad. He missed his brother. Gwar had been gone for a very long time. He knew in all likelihood he would never see his brother again and he could really use his help right now. Sure, Gwar would laugh in his face finding out about the plans to woo the Savior of M’Goth. He would laugh but he would help just the same. But, there was no need for weak thoughts. If Ophelia would be his prize then he needs to do this on his own.
The trip back to Port was uneventful, thankfully. Upon entering the Guyver Store Zigzig is surprised to find Ophelia gone. In the last couple of weeks she had been leaving for long periods of time again. Zigzig begins to worry if she is killing again. He doesn’t like the way Ophelia gets so moody when she goes out killing. Killing brought bad things to the Guyver store. He does not look forward to more evil eyes in the night and visits from Mr. Jessup’s minions. But, she is orclun and no matter how hard she tries sooner or later she must feel the warm blood splattered upon her face. He just hopes the killing will end soon. He doesn’t know what he would do if one day she does not come home.
She is probably out with that crusty old wizard again. That wizard always gets Ophelia in trouble, and killing means spending more time with him. If it was up to Zigzig the old fart wouldn’t be allowed into the store. But it wasn’t up to him, and it wasn’t very Guyvery to turn others away. He better have a little talk with that wizard. Set him straight. Make sure no harm comes to Ophelia or this Salt will have to deal with him. Zigzig doesn’t care how much bad luck comes from killing a wizard. Yup, he will tell Salt if Ophelia does not come home then the wizard doesn’t go home. The next time that wizard comes into the Guyver shop he will have some Zigzig to deal with.
Of course he could just ambush the wizard the moment he comes into the store. Zigzig could just wait at the wall and bash the old fart’s head in. He would have to be sure the wizard didn’t see it coming or Zigzig would be turned into a toad. But, even worse, if Ophelia found out she would end his life for sure. Zigzig decides its better to wait and talk with Salt, and if the opportunity arrives, with no possibility of him getting caught, he just might bash the wizards head in. |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 08 Oct 2009 09:44 PM |
It will be perfect, Zigzig thinks to himself. It had taken two weeks to figure out the perfect way to woo Ophelia. Well, he didn’t really figure it out, not really. It was more presented to him.
The following is the direct translation from orclun of a children’s book written by Ophelia in the distant future. As the narrator of this story I feel this is the best way to describe the first wooing attempt of Zigzig. The following is to be read allowed in a public broadcasting network Sunday morning cartoon voice. Illustrations that accompany each line have been left out for reader’s safety:
See Zigzig roaming the roads between Port and The Buckshire Trading Post.
What a safe and pretty walk Zigzig. See ZigZig stop to smell the flowers.
See Zigzig try to catch butterflies. Boy that Zigzig sure does love butterflies.
Watch Zigzig try hard to catch butterflies. Silly Zigzig butterflies are too quick.
Careful Zigzig you don’t want anyone to see you! See people laughing at Zigzig.
See Ophelia Zigzig? Ophelia probably won’t like such Un-orcluness.
See Ophelia place Zigzig’s head on a platter.
Zigzig love Ophelia with all his heart. See Zigzig be very careful nobody sees him.
See Zigzig chase after another butterfly. Butterfly fast!
Careful Zigzig watch where you are going! OH NO! Zigzig fall into swamp!
See Zigzig swim for his life!
What have you found Zigzig? Did you stumble upon a disembodied elven head?
Silly Zigzig.
See disembodied elven head merely hours old! Lucky Zigzig.
See Zigzig pick off bugs. Watch Zigzig comb pretty black hair.
Hey Zigzig, is that a woman or a man disembodied elven head? Cannot tell!
Careful Zigzig better hide that disembodied elven head before someone sees you.
Watch Zigzig be very careful to hide disembodied elven head inside shirt.
Hurry Zigzig better get that disembodied head back to the Guyver Store.
See Zigzig run!
See Zigzig get to Guyver Store very late. Shh…Careful not to wake Ophelia Zigzig.
Watch Zigzig sneak into Ophelia’s room. Is that an Elafant roaring Zigzig hears?
No silly Zigzig that is Ophelia snoring.
Watch Zigzig tip-toe very quietly to Ophelia’s bed.
Careful Zigzig don’t wake up Ophelia!
Watch Zigzig lie disembodied elven head next Ophelia.
Silly Zigzig don’t forget to open the disembodied elven head’s eyes!
THE END.
The book ends here with a cliffhanger that is resolved in a sequel.
*****
Present Day.
“WAAA! WHAT THE HELL?!” screams Ophelia from her bedroom. |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 15 Oct 2009 10:59 AM |
The first attempt went poorly, monumentally poorly. What was Zigzig thinking putting a severed head into Ophelia’s bed? It was a foolish mistake and hopefully Ophelia would never find out it was him. Ophelia blamed it on that little goblin king Tick Tack who was always sneaking into her bedroom. Zigzig did not offer any resistance to that theory. So, his first try went poorly, but his next idea would be perfect. Once he came up it.
*****
Morning fog has still not cleared from lower Port. The blankets of clouds carry the heavy stench of raw sewage. A large, hulking, figure emerges through the mist. It is Zigzig coming home from his morning walk. He arrives at the Guyver’s front door remembering Ophelia’s screaming about his dirty feet. He kicks his boots against the stone step making sure they are free of mud. He pulls out his ring of keys and enters his home.
He shuts the slowly, and carefully, Ophelia should be still asleep and the last thing he wishes is to wake her. The door shuts with a soft scraping sound ending with the click of the locking mechanism. Zigzig pockets his keys and turns startling to find Ophelia. She is sitting in the red mildew stained armed chair. Her dead eyes stare across the large wooden round table before her. Zigzig notices she is still wearing the hideous smelling blood caked armor. The rusted piece of equipment has suffered a million blows and is just barely holding together. He knows from experience she has been sitting there all night. He must have missed her on his way out this morning.
“This is bad,” Zigzig whispers to himself. “This is very bad. Something must have happened, again.”
It has been a long time since Zigzig witness those eyes. He immediately blames the Wizard. The Wizard has gotten himself in some kind of trouble again and Ophelia has to go save him. He just knows it. He should have taken care of that stupid wizard. Zigzig stops his rambling brain. No, this is different. Ophelia is not a quiet person and she is defiantly not a morning person, usually waking around noon. No, Zigzig knows this look. It’s Ophalia’s anger. Not her usual complaining, bitchiness. No, the real anger at the pit of her being. The stored up hate and horror at all those who used her: for Dana, for The Sugerman, for the Elves. The kind of blinding rage that kills loved ones. Zigzig knows he must tread carefully. He must choose his next words ever so carefully.
“So, I heard Mr. Jessup is becoming an ambassador?” That was not the right words.
Ophelia’s eyes are the only thing that moves to Zigzig and with them brings a flash of anger only reserved to be gazed upon a spouse with another lover in your bed. The kind of anger society deems justifiable homicide. Zigzig knows his life is about to end. At least he gets to see Ophelia one last time.
As Zigzig realizes he is not dead. He is thankful. Ophelia’s eyes go back to staring at nothing and then she speaks in Orclun. Making her words that much more powerful and horrible.
“My babies are dieing.”
Her babies are dieing? Zigzig is positive Ophelia has never had a child. Well, any she has spoken of anyway. What could she mean? Before Zigzig has another thought Ophelia is out of her chair and yanking him out the door like a rag doll.
“We go to war.” |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 23 Oct 2009 12:34 PM |
After what seems like endless running, two vomiting episodes, and a pee break. Ophelia and Zigzig saunter into Gladden Farmlands. No, it isn’t a saunter or even a strut for that matter; it is more a horse walk with three dead legs. Ophelia drags Zigzig into the Gladden farmlands like a teenage mother pulling her exhausted three-year-old. She releases her grip and Zigzig tumbles to the packed dirt road. Exhausted, sucking wind into burning lungs, Zigzig lets his face flop onto the hard earth below. The cold upon his face and the total lack of movement on his part just might be the most comfortable position he has ever been in. He is sure that little demons are applying wood stripper to his internal organs and peeling his muscle off like bark on a tree. Yep, he thinks to himself, I will never move from this spot again.
Ophelia does saunter off leaving Zigzig behind. What fallows happens in seconds. From her waste, she lets loss her flesh covered scull helmet plopping it upon her head. Her hands spin her crimson stained shield from her back. Instinctually she begins tying the rawhide stripes to her left forearm. The three fingers left on her hand not adequate to hold on its own. The process ends with her right hand pulling a blinding bright long sword from over her shoulder. With her black cape whispering in the wind and body coiled to strike, its time to serve up a warm batch of killing. Her eyes scan the fields for lumbering ogres or trolls or anything she can cleave into pieces. All she finds is green skinned orclun holding various farm tools staring back at her.
“What the…” Ophelia screams out, “I thought you were being attacked?”
You can almost hear the single joint blink of the Orclun. All of whom not understanding common.
Ophelia stands with drooping shoulders looking defeated, “I swear Zigzig. The information we get in Port sometimes is completely useless.” Her eyes roll behind the flesh hanging off her face.
Zigzig is too tired to care or even attempt any noise in reply.
Ophelia turns towards the nearest orclun, a bulbous looking elderly woman hunched over a wooden rake. The elderly orclun recognizes The Savior of Tukar and bows back to Ophelia.
“You, why aren’t you people dead?” Ophelia speaks in orclun.
With ragged smokers speak the elder replies, “Spirit dreams stir the ogres.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Ophelia mutters in common. “I need to find someone who isn’t insane. ZIG! Stop screwing around and get up. I need to find Caddo.”
A snore is Zigzig’s reply.
Ophelia sheaths her sword and pulls off her flesh helmet. She turns looking at the massive walrus that is Zigzig on the road. She sighs and shakes her head. |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 02 Nov 2009 10:44 PM |
| (( I am currently in a battle for my PC's life against either a horrific virus or failing hardware. I can only guess what is really wrong due to my virus software going off right before the blue screen of death. For the last 3 days I have been trying to get my PC to boot up into windows with no success. I can't even reinstall windows without getting the blue screen of death. Anyway getting to the point, I am still here but this thread is going on hold till I find a way to fix my mess of a PC.)) |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 22 Jul 2013 07:08 AM |
| ((This thread was awesome! I would like to read its conclusion someday?)) |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 22 Jul 2013 12:59 PM |
| ((but I am lazy)) |
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 24 Jul 2013 05:00 AM |
((I will make you a deal Johe. I finish this and you have to come play with us on Darker Days! Forgive me, I haven't written anything in years.))
Zigzig approaches the door to the Guyver store after making his round of deliveries in Port. He had not seen Ophelia for what seemed like weeks now and is worried. It was not like her to be gone for so long. Mr. Johe yes, he would be gone for months at a time, but not Ophelia. Zigzig reaches for the door handle seeing it covered in dark crimson. His heart leaps into his throat and a tingling sensation erupts in his neither regions. Ophelia is home. He stops for a moment to gather himself. Zigzig had thought about Ophelia every moment of everyday since last her saw her. Her muscular frame. Her gleaming bald head. Her bodily scars. He can not take it anymore. He has to have her or die trying. Today is that day. Today would be the day he takes her, or she kills him. He opens the door with the frightful anticipation of seeing the one you love right before you propose marriage.
And all of her he doe see. Ophelia sits upon a large chair shaped like a giant's open hand. She is completely motionless and completely naked. Her dull thousand-yard-stare eyeing the mirror set up before her. Zigzig gasps. He stands frozen at the doorway. Here is the woman he loves not more then 20 feet away, completely naked with her most glorious scars in full view. Every nerve in his body explodes into a rush of lust and excitement. He steps toward her. To take her! To ravage her like an Orclun never ravaged another. He will not be stopped. Yet he is stopped. As Ophelia speaks.
"Zig, look at me. This body of mine. So many scars. Look how ugly I am Zig. This body has slaughtered untold numbers of beings, both alive and dead. I have done nothing but fought since I arrived here. Nothing but been abused, used, and thrown about like some tool, and look at where it has gotten me? Scars....nothing but scars, horrible memories and more killing. Every time I think it is over, something else comes along. Desthades, the Frickin Elves, Jessup, that god dang demon, Dana just one thing after another. It is never going to end Zigzig. Never, this is what I am. Nothing but a scar for killing."
Zigzig hates it when Ophelia speaks this way. Hates the way she belittles herself. Hates how many times he had told her how she should look at her scars with pride. How she is the savior of M'Goth Tukar and the greatest orclun warrior whose only match is Gruin himself. But, she never listens. Just smiles slightly. Well this time will be different. This time he will not listen. He is going take her like the Orclun should take a woman.
Zigzig charges at Ophelia. His lumbering body shaking the entire room with each footfall. Ophelia glances up at him with shock upon her face. Zigzig leaps into the air while Ophelia screams,
"ZIG WHAT THE HELL-" She is cut off as her body moves by pure reaction. Her bent leg lifts into the air and she plants her foot directly into Zigzig's chest. The crack of ribs breaking as ZigZig's body is catapulted across the room. He slams into an armoir covered in various trinkets of unknown origin that explode with the sound of cascading glass and metal. Zigzig groans reaching for his chest. He knows if the strike was an inch closer to his heart he would be dead, but he at that point wishes the kick was true. He wishes for death, because the woman he loves just rejected him.
Ophelia stands with rage filling her eyes, nostrals flaring, and jagged Orclun teeth grinded. Muscle tightened and aware, her naked body ready for killing.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ZIG?!" She screams in common. Spit flinging out with each syllable.
ZIgzig coughs hard and deep. Blood trickles out of his mouth. He gasps in Orclun, "Zigzig hate when Ophelia talk like that. Ophelia beautiful!" he coughs again, "Ophelia strong! Ophelia wanted by all Orclun, but none can have her."
"So you attack me!?" Returning with a confused Orclun tongue.
Zigzig adjusts himself in hopes to reduce the pain in his ribs but to no avail, "No Orclun can have you. Not even Zigzig."
"What are you talking about?"
Zigzig gathers the last courage he can muster. If he was going to die, he would die with dignity. He will die with courage. He will die confessing his love to the only woman he would ever love. And he will die by her hand.
"Zigzig love Ophelia! Zigzig has loved Ophelia since the first day he sees you. Zigzig could not stand it anymore. He would take Ophelia like an Orcun man should or we would die trying!" This is the first time Zigzig has ever raised his voice at Ophelia.
Ophelia relaxes in shock. She stands with her head cocked curiously to one side looking at Zigzig. She is speechless.
Zigzig continues,"Zigzig know Ophelia not feel the same. He know you not want Zigzig as mate-"
Ophelia interrupts, "What...what do you mean take?"
"Take... mate with Ophelia. Put Zigzig baby into Ophelia's belly. Mate with Ophelia, love Ophelia or be killed by Ophelia."
"I..I...would never kill you Zig. Why....why would you ever think that?"
Zigzig coughs again spitting blood to the side, "Ophelia very angry all the time. Zigzig knows she might be angry about Zigzig wanting to mate. But Zigzig had to try. Cannot live without Ophelia."
A naked Ophelia just stands there speechless. She has never really thought about love. Never really thought about being with another in that way. She remember Lucius and Dana being together and being jealous of their happiness, but she never actually believed she would have such feelings. She remembers thinking about what mating with Caddo would be like, but she never felt love for him. She is meant to kill, to destroy life. To slaughter the foes in front of her. But, could she actually love someone? She knew she enjoyed Zigzig's company. Wanted him to be around. She wondered about children. Could she take care of an Orclun baby without killing it? Zigzig might be able to.
"But....But Zig, I...I don't know. I could not take care of a child. I am surrounded by evil. Killing follows wherever I go."
Zigzig's heart begins to grow with hope. Ophelia did not kill him on the spot. Maybe, just maybe, he would win this day, "Then we leave this place. We leave the evil behind, Ophelia. Zigzig and Ophelia leave and go far away. Start own village. Start own family. Leave the killing behind. Zigzig know about Orclun babies...help raise many brothers and sisters. Zigzig teach Ophelia how to raise Orclun babies."
Could he? Ophelia thought. Could this be true? Could they leave Port Royal forever? Never again worry about the evils of the world. Kill only to survive. Kill only for food and to protect her family. Her very own village? Ophelia looks deep into Zigzig's eyes. Zigzig looks back with a hint of fear. He has never seen Ophelia look at him like that. He does know what it means. Then in a blink of an eye Ophelia scoops Zigzig over her shoulder. She heads over to the back of the Guyver Store turning towards her room and waking Zigzig's head on the door frame.
"Too small" She mutters.
She carries him back to Johe's room and his massive bed flinging Zigzig upon it. Then she is upon him.
It is too difficult to put into words the ravaging love making Ophelia performs on Zigzig. Unnatural animalist noises bellowing from Johe's bedroom that are so loud they echo down the Port alleyway. The room torn to pieces in guttural lust that cannot be explained. Unimaginable smells and stains covering the room.
Later that night two large figures dressed in robs towing two donkeys carrying much weight leave through the Port Royal front gates. Two very large figures that do not look back. Two hulking figures whose days of suffering had ended, and one of piece and tranquility had just begun. Ophelia and Zigzig leave Port forever to start their village.
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Re: The Courtship of Ophelia: An Orclun love story.
Posted: 24 Jul 2013 08:55 AM |
(( 's awlrite, I neva wanted tha guyver store back anyways
Nice Job DS! Glad everything worked out for those two )) |
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