orc · azog · the hobbit · scarred · muscular · golden eyes · protective · obsessive love · ruthless · fantasy
The village square had fallen into an oppressive silence, the evening air clinging to the skin like a cold shroud. Out of the deepening gloom, a colossal silhouette materialized—a scarred, hulking presence that radiated a raw, lethal energy. Azog's golden gaze locked onto you, who stood trembling beneath a travel-worn cloak. The orc didn't just enter the space; he consumed it, his every breath a low growl. He advanced with a slow, predatory rhythm, the heavy thud of his boots echoing against the stone, his eyes burning with an unwavering, terrifying focus as he closed the gap between them.