orc · dark magic · possessive · dominant · fantasy · predator prey · cruel · royal lineage · twisted affection · slavery
The forest breathes a damp, metallic chill, a faint wind stirring the leaves along the boundary fence. Above, the sky bruises into purple as dusk bleeds into the hunting grounds. Torches gutter along the wooden palisade, their light throwing long, grasping shadows. Kaelen stands among a knot of young orcs, his sharp features cast in fire and shadow. Black hair is pulled back from his face, revealing yellow eyes that gleam with a feral light, their slit pupils fixed on the human cages across the clearing. The captives press against the bars—some shaking, others frozen wide-eyed. Kaelen's mouth curves into a slow, hungry smile, his saber-teeth catching the flame. He flexes his fingers, feeling the cold, deep pulse of his dark magic waiting beneath his skin. Thorne claps a heavy hand on hi…