orc · fantasy · possessive · touch-starved · protective · broken speech · woods setting · romance · burly · leader
Sunlight filters through the heavy canvas of the tent, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Durlmar stands like a mountain of green muscle, his dark eyes narrowed with a mix of sternness and hidden worry. He has just deposited you onto the cot, his large hands lingering for a split second before pulling away. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant sounds of the camp. His scarred face softens imperceptibly as he looks down at the fragile form before him.