บท 69: Red Marked
Across the forest, in an open field of grass, more Orcs appeared.
They were tall and robust. Strips of leather tied around their chests that held their breasts at bay. They wore furry boots and skimpy loincloths. And their hair, long and braided, ran down their backs and kissed the dimples above their buttocks.
The female Orc's were smaller than the males, but their muscles were no less pronounced. Biceps as large as bowling balls and thighs thick enough to crush skulls – the women were behemoths.
And most of them were adorned in black tattoos, a staple for the Orcs it seems, but some were different. Some possessed markings of different colors.
One Orc had white markings. Just like the Orc who spoke to Miles just a few nights ago.
There was another Orc, however, who's tattoos were red. She was the largest of the women and carried the heaviest aura upon her shoulders. Her fierce gaze alone was enough to weaken the legs of her compatriots as wherever she looked, the other Orc's avoided.
The red marked Orc released a slew of grunts and shouts. At this, the other female Orc's broke into sprint. They rushed into the forest and razed through the bushes.
Meanwhile, the previously summoned male Orc's arrived. The largest of them, the Orc assumed to be the leader, approached the red marked Orc slowly.
A foot away from her embrace, the Orc kneeled on the forest floor. He removed the black iron crown from his temple and presented it to the red woman.
She took the crown from his hands and placed it upon her head. She looked past the kneeling Orc at one of his companions, the male Orc draped in white.
"You must enjoy throwing away your authority like so." The red marked female Orc glared at the male white Orc.
"Oh don't mind him, your Highness, he did an excellent job playing leader." The white Orc gently bowed his head.
"The hierarchy is strictly drawn." Her tone was heavy, "Black is weak. Black is mindless. I don't wish to report you to Allfather."
"Yes. Yes. I won't do it again." The white Orc brushed off. "Now if you will, please follow me."
The male white Orc led the red marked woman and the other white marked woman into the forest. After about thirty minutes of travel, they arrived at the camp of Orcs. There, they found gargantuan cabins beside towers of stone.
Within the stone monoliths, coals burned and singed the hair off of fresh meat. Around the stone furnaces, antlers and bones littered the ground.
The white Orc continued, however, through the camp and past the Orcs who were running around completing their daily tasks. He led them to a makeshift cage on the outer ring of camp.
The cage was dug into the ground. It was more so a hole in the earth than an actual prison cage, but the ceiling of the cage was barred with bones and beneath those bones, Miles laid helplessly across the ground.
Upon seeing Miles, the red marked Orc kneeled on the ground and peered closer into the hole.
"What is this creature?" She asked.
"A human." The male white Orc replied.
"They're like hairless Mongrels but… smaller?" The red Orc commented. "Their dark skin must be for the night. Do they use weapons?" She asked.
"Ahh. About that." The white Orc rummaged his thoughts, "They're all different colors for some reason."
"What?" The red Orc said, "Like our markings?"
"Sort of." The white Orc shook his head, "Some of the humans are dark brown and some are light brown. Their hair color too, vastly different colors."
"Is this one still alive?" She pointed at Miles.
"But of course."
"Wake him." The red Orc demanded.
Immediately, the Orc's delegated the task. Two huge male Orcs, covered in black markings, descended into the pit.
They grabbed Miles by the legs and tossed him into the air. Like a ragdoll, Miles crashed onto the forest floor where he awoke in a panic.
Miles looked around him. Towering Orc's polluted his vision and yet, they didn't rush him.
Miles stood up. His claws extended from his fingers and he aimed them at the beasts around.
Still, the Orc's refused to budge.
That was when he noticed it. Miles observed the Orc's around him. He studied their stance and their intention. He was prepared to run, prepared to fight!
At this point, Miles believed they wouldn't kill him. He had been healed too many times already for such a thought!
So whenever Miles woke, he attempted to escape. He attempted to fight and claw, to battle with his life on the line each and every time because he knew; Miles knew they wouldn't kill him.
But this time, as Miles studied the various green figures around him, he noticed that their gaze was not attached to him as it usually was.
Miles followed their line of sight.
Then, like the rest, Miles laid eyes upon a bestial woman. Black braided hair, midnight eyes, and scars next to scars next to scars.
The woman stood seven feet tall. She toppled above Miles and her jade figure was wrapped in crimson.
Red tattoos coated her arms and legs and soared across her exposed back.
She smiled at him, revealing her sharpened and violent canines. Immediately, Miles froze.
The red Orc approached him.
She placed her fingers around his chin and tipped his gaze up to hers.
During this time, all Miles could do was keep himself breathing. He felt terrified. Petrified to his very core. Unable to escape for he was already within her grasp.
With her other hand, the red Orc slid her nail down from Miles's temple to his jaw. As her nail traveled, blood seeped from his skin.
Miles shook uncontrollably.
"Do not be afraid little one…" The red Orc smiled, "I won't kill you."
The Orc's voice rang in Miles's head. The sound was drowning his senses.
"In fact, I want to release you." Her smirk stretched.
At this point, Miles's eyes unfocused.
"Would you like that?" She asked rhetorically, "Would that make my little one happy?"
Miles's thoughts were numb. He could no longer feel his extremities and he could no longer look away.
All he felt, all he heard, all he knew was the words of the woman who held him.
"Now say ahh." The red Orc paraded her jaw.
A moment later, Miles did the same.
He stretched his jaw and pushed his tongue into the open.
"Good boy." She praised.
The red Orc brought her nail above Miles's throat. It was the very same nail that cut down his face, still coated in his own blood.
Slowly, the Orc dipped her finger into Miles's mouth.
Unprompted, Miles's lips closed around her finger.
He closed his eyes and…
"MMm…" He moaned.
Miles twirled his tongue around the Orc's finger and suckled it gently. He lapped up his own blood and, as the Orc pulled her finger from his mouth, Miles delivered a thousand gentle kisses before he let it leave his lips.
The red Orc released him. She stepped away.
But Miles remained unmoving. His gaze fixed forward, he stood still and unwavering.
As she walked away, the red Orc looked back at him.
"Well?" She slid her tongue across her wet finger, "Get out of here."
Miles bowed ninety-degrees. "As you wish, Mother."
He turned around and walked towards the forest. He brushed past the Orc's who surrounded him, but none of them attempted to stop him. Instead, they moved out of his way.
Like the red Orc, they now refused to look at him too.
***
Isaac brought the women to the camp atop the hill.
He settled them, fed them, and initiated them.
He detailed their surroundings, provided an overview of the responsibilities found around camp, and described the existence of the Orcs to the masses.
At first, the women were hesitant.
That's the typical reaction, at least, and it was something Isaac had grown used to over the course of Gate One.
In response, Isaac did what he always did: he displayed overwhelming power as a means of coercion.
He wasn't threatening the women, per se, but he was illuminating the reality of their situation.
The reality of their situation was simple; the women had to fight. They had to scream, scratch, and claw their way off of this planet. That was the only way off, after all.
After settling in the camp and distributing resources, Isaac gathered everyone in the town hall. There, he, alongside Olive and Leon, interviewed the newly summoned women.
Like before, they recorded their country of origin, their occupation, their age, sex, and most importantly — any and all information regarding their Awakened status.
As with previous instances, only about 20% of the women summoned gained an Ability beholden to the supernatural. Some were useful and some were useless.
For example, a middling woman with black bangs and a contemptuous look has the Ability to create lightning between two points of her own body. What does that mean?
It means between her fingers, her index and her thumb, she can conjure lightning. Similarly, if she were to stretch her hands forward, she could conjure lightning between her palms.
She cannot, however, create lightning between herself and an inanimate object. For example, her palm and an iron rod.
Her Ability exclusively works within the confines of her own body, when her physical being is acting on behalf of both polar ends. Only then can the lightning be maintained.
Her name is Morgan and she's a few years older than Olive, just coming out of her early twenties.
"You're free to live here —" Isaac began.
He spoke to the entirety of the camp, all who were present at the very least. About thirty people are always gone, some at the water well, some at the orchard, and others at the ore deposit, but over a hundred bodies littered the town hall.
It was night. Darkness enveloped the forest and sprits of color, yellows and purples, filled the night sky.
Torches lined the walls. They flickered warmly and filled the open space with a comforting scent of rosemary.
"—but for those prepared for war, for those who have a family to return to and a life to get back to, I offer you an opportunity. Come with us to the vanguard!" Isaac spread his arms.
He encapsulated the people standing up with him. He gestured to Olive, Leon, Darnell, Koa, and Teddy. The three men who appeared with Leon, as well.
"Fight with us!!" Isaac bellowed.
Then, the town hall doors parted.
The crowd deafened.
And a figure appeared between the double doors.
Whispers spread through the gathered folk.
Isaac himself looked on in disbelief.
"Miles?" He questioned.
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