Jorm Arcturus
July 10th, 2014, 09:21 AM
A short story true to my roots. Enjoy.
“By Odin’s mighty beard!” Orik shouted, his voice thundering. “this foul disorder will be mine to eradicate!” His bristing orange beard stuck out in all directions, and his eyes had already glazed over with rage. The floor nearly bowed with the size of his frame, and his shoulders bunched with barely restrained fury. His wolfs head cloak hung heavily, and the wolfs head snarled at his crown. He brought his weapon to bear, and swung mightily towards the source of chaos.
The wet wipe came away from the baby’s bottom soiled, and Orik screamed with wrath. He grasped another wet wipe, and once again attacked the offensive waste, fighting with renewed determination. Wet wipe after wet wipe came away dirty, but Orik fought on, never tiring, foam beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth.
The baby, Robert, or Bobby to his family, giggled at the noise, at the same time as trying to grab his toe and stick it in his mouth. Orik gibbered with anger, gently removing the toe from Roberts mouth. The last wet wipe came away clean, and Orik shrieked to the skies, “Thus you fall, spawn of chaos! Know that I, Orik Bjornson, have defeated you!” and with one hand, he grabbed the hand sanitizer, and the other shook his defiance to the skies.
“By Odin’s mighty beard!” Orik shouted, his voice thundering. “this foul disorder will be mine to eradicate!” His bristing orange beard stuck out in all directions, and his eyes had already glazed over with rage. The floor nearly bowed with the size of his frame, and his shoulders bunched with barely restrained fury. His wolfs head cloak hung heavily, and the wolfs head snarled at his crown. He brought his weapon to bear, and swung mightily towards the source of chaos.
The wet wipe came away from the baby’s bottom soiled, and Orik screamed with wrath. He grasped another wet wipe, and once again attacked the offensive waste, fighting with renewed determination. Wet wipe after wet wipe came away dirty, but Orik fought on, never tiring, foam beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth.
The baby, Robert, or Bobby to his family, giggled at the noise, at the same time as trying to grab his toe and stick it in his mouth. Orik gibbered with anger, gently removing the toe from Roberts mouth. The last wet wipe came away clean, and Orik shrieked to the skies, “Thus you fall, spawn of chaos! Know that I, Orik Bjornson, have defeated you!” and with one hand, he grabbed the hand sanitizer, and the other shook his defiance to the skies.