Ossippa Bloodfang, no breeder she
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Ossippa Bloodfang is a fierce and cruel warrior for the Bloodfang tribe. She isn't fat or pudgy like those other breeder wenches that just follow along root around in the mud with their little orc pugs.
No she's lean and mean. And she fights hard on the front line and has ever since she was 12. She takes pride in her skill and enjoys showing those male orcs how the killing is done. She protects her tribe. She goes forth and chops and hacks and crushes and crunches. Her roar is a sign of victory and prowess, a sign to those pudgy fat orc so-called-warlords.
But if we were to turn the coin and examine Ossippa from another angle we might see that her obsession with being a combat killing machine in leu of being a breeder may be compensation for the vicious rumor that her grandfather's grandmother was a Damarran captive human. Yes, a filthy human. That rumor has plagued her all her life and when she stopped putting on the pounds she quickly moved into combat study to keep those other girls from chittering and chattering about her "mixed ancestry." The last little orcish maid to chitter and chatter in Ossippa's presence had her head boiled in cod liver oil.
Ossippa is now part of the Bloodfang warparty. Not the leader by any means, she can barely speak much less issue commands and contemplate tactics. She's in Narfell along with other Bloodfangs because something they want is here. She is here to find it. And to crush some skulls while she's at it.
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Reviewed - XP Pending.
