<strong>High Orc, Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | Bond: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">I</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">n the end the Orc wasn't sure if it should be more insulted at her animal jest, or understanding. Instead the Orc just let out a rather indignant grunt. It would rather not admit the Goddess had a point. Especially when, just looking at her voluptuous figure, caused the Orc to feel several rather animal instincts. Though the Orc, despite it all, did wonder how that smirk on her lips would morph and transform if she was being skewered upon its cock. One could say that even amongst such divine creatures the Orc had developed a sense of arrogance. It was only natural. The Orc had an uninspired mind when it arrived. Then, as its mind was nurtured on the energy of those broken Goddess, it was only natural that it would come to see those divine beings as lower. It had conquered many of them, watched as their pride and dignity melted into utter lust. Then there had been that voice, egging and pushing the Orc to treat the Goddess like nothing but pieces of meat. So it wasn't all that surprising that as High Orc.. Balthus would feel completely superior to the Goddess. It hadn't helped that the only Goddess that defeated him had done it on the one thing that no Orc was skilled at. Speed and Dexterity. She'd cheated. That's all the Orc could care to think of that humiliation.<br/><br/>The Orc watched, however, as that Goddess seemed to disappear only to reappear a few steps back with her hand now on her sword. The Orc thought she might have decided to strike. Its enormous body tensed. Bulging muscles flexing, and tightening, only adding to that beast's bulky appearance. Orcs may not have been Adonis' but they had muscular bodies that put almost any other creature to shame. Which shouldn't have been a surprise. It was a lesser creature designed for war, pillaging, and bloodshed.<br/><br/>Yet, this time, no battle came. The Orc instead watched as she sat down and started to 'play' with the butterflies. That was the best way the Orc could describe it. It also seemed foolish. Like a child's game. Reluctantly... the Orc decided to participate. Its large bulky hands flicking through the air, trying to catch the flying bugs. At times its fingers missed, about to grab the wing only for the butterfly to disappear or flutter out of it's reach. Annoyance was evident of the Orcs features. It wasn't that catching the buds were hard. It's that the Orcs fingers were too pudgy. Truly, one of the Orcs fingers were almost the size of an average human's cock so such unkind digits did make finesse difficult.<br/><br/>Eventually the Orc succeeded in her task. Though it did take the better part of an hour. Through which the Goddess would watch that bulky, masculine, rape machine stumble on the ground when it missed.. sometimes stumbling into the pool or running into a tree simply because it was so focused. The Orc was smarter. But it was certainly lacking wisdom. But eventually, almost exactly upon the hour, the Orc waded through the water again holding one of the butterflies by its antennae while having a rather full of himself smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Caught. Catching bugs mot so bad."</strong> The Orc had already forgotten what the bugs were called.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 2d4 Result: 6</span>