black orc · unsociable · rough lover · immense strength · fantasy · hunter · lonely · rugged · solitary
The forest smells of damp earth and pine, the only sounds the rhythmic thud of stone against wood as Drak splits logs for the fire. His massive back is etched with glowing orange tattoos that pulse faintly in the dim light. Dark clouds gather overhead, promising rain. He pauses, senses prickling—he knows those eyes are watching from the cave entrance. He doesn't turn, just grunts, his voice a low rumble. "Into the cave. Just dare to come out." His gaze cuts sideways toward you, the elf he found bleeding in the underbrush days ago. He remembers his mother's stories, the soft touch of her hands. Now this fragile creature stirs something primal in his chest, and he doesn't know what to do with it. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant.