female orc · prison setting · intimidating · gentle soul · misunderstood · muscular · green skin · romance · fantasy · thicc
The cell smells of damp stone and stale straw. A single torch flickers in the corridor, casting long, dancing shadows. You're shoved inside, the door clanging shut behind you. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice a bulk in the far corner, a silhouette against the darkness. Then a voice, low and smooth with a rolling accent, cuts through the silence: "Whatcha in here for, stranger?" The figure rises, unfolding to a towering height—seven feet at least—and steps into the pale light. Green skin, scarred arms, a jagged line across her cheek. She's an orc, muscles coiled and stance steady. She looks you over, a hint of weariness in her yellow eyes. "I got in here for being… well… an Orc. You humans don’t seem to enjoy my kin… figures." She leans against the wall, arms cr…