Tier 3 Bonus Post 📜 Story Collab Special with Doombeez

Today we have a very, very special treat! I made a collab with Doombeez! They wrote a story to my (which is actually Glasmonds) lore and OCs, and I drew some sketches with that. This is Ashuk the orc and Elas the elf, and they both like each other a lot <3

But I'll let Doombeez do the rest! 💚

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Ashuk came back to her hut exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. It had been a good hunt. The immense boar had never known what hit it. It had gotten the orc’s blood pumping, and what’s more, it had excited her daughter. She had been quite active ever since Ashuk’s return to the village. A good sign, to be sure. The village shaman had told Ashuk that daughters who danced in the womb like this had fire in their blood. It would make them good warriors. 

But that did not mean that she occasionally wished that her daughter would relax somewhat, and relaxation was what she had in mind when she returned to her home. Most orcs would prefer a period of solitude after an intense hunt, but Ashuk was not most orcs.

“Welcome home! Was it a good hunt?”

...as evidenced by her housemate. Elas was busying herself over a cooking pot, singing softly to herself as she tossed herbs into the simmering stew. To most, seeing an elf clad in fur and hide was as strange a sight as a boar in a gown. To Ashuk, it was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

“It was an amazing hunt, my little shmok,” said the orc, wrapping her arms around the elf and pressing her swollen belly against her back. Elas started to giggle, turning around to nuzzle the swollen dome. She was, of course, at the perfect height to give belly nuzzles, a fact that she frequently took advantage of.

“Oh, I can tell,” she said, giving Ashuk’s popped-out navel a smooch. “The little one is very excite. I can feel her!”

Her orc-tongue needed some work, still, but she did her best. She would have plenty of time to learn, of course.

Ashuk knew what her sisters said, of course. They thought her addled, the way she kept an elf in her home like some kind of exotic pet. Everyone knew that elves were flighty and unpredictable, and were best sent on their way after they had sown their seeds. But Elas was different. She didn’t wish to go. And Ashuk, to her surprise, did not want her to. Despite the fact that Ashuk weighed as much as two of her, it was like the elf had a deep-seated desire to take care of her.

“Sit, sit!” she said, gesturing with a large spoon. “There will be food soon! In the meantime, you should relax! Work too hard! Babe will come into the world soon, after all!”

Ashuk smiled as she settled down on her pallet. And before long, Elas had flopped down next to her, laying her head on Ashuk’s belly. As she started to rub, she began to sing once again, in the breathy, ethereal tongue of the elves. It always sounded like birdsong to Ashuk’s ears. There was only so much of it she could take, but her daughter seemed to like it, at least, and whether from the touch or the song, she soon calmed.

“She will come into the world soon,” Ashuk said, running a hand through Elas’s hair. “Perhaps next moonrise. And when she comes, you will witness her passage.”

Elas let out a delighted coo. “I cannot wait to hold her, my wild rose,” she said. “I hope she’s as strong as you.”

“I hope she’s stronger.” Ashuk grinned. Her sisters would be absolutely scandalized if they knew that, on top of everything else, the elf would witness the passage of Ashuk’s daughter. But that was their problem. The arrangement that the two of them had was unusual, but it made Ashuk feel good. And if you did not do the things that felt good in life, what was the point of living?

“I hope you made a lot of food. We are both very hungry.”

Elas smiled at her. She always did, of course, and she was always delighted when Ashuk enjoyed her cooking.

It may have been strange, having an elf around like this, but there were always perks. Maybe all of the sisters who gave her odd looks were simply jealous that they did not have someone around to feed them and rub their bellies whenever they desired.

Then again, perhaps not. But it was a nice thing to imagine. 

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