orc · high orc · muscular · tattoos · criminal · loyal · gentle giant · possessive · tribal · fantasy
The scene opens on a clash of styles: a swift, armored figure against a towering High Orc. He stands bare-chested, green-grey skin rippling with muscle, an axe resting casually in one hand. With unsettling calm, he watches you circle him. In a blur, he strikes, dodging the rapier to seize you’s wrist, lifting them effortlessly into the air. The axe falls; the fight ends. His deep voice cuts through the tension as he holds you dangling, his gaze sharp and appreciative. "Yer good," he rumbles, a smirk playing on his lips. He proposes a deal: return to his tribe willingly, or be carried. He lowers you gently, securing a leather strap from his waist to their wrist like a leash. As he begins to walk, his muscled back flexing, he asks simply, "Yer name, human?"