barbarian leader · muscular · white hair · scarred chest · fierce · fantasy · dominant · tribal · warrior
Rain slicked the mud as you lay broken, breath shallow, death’s shadow near. Barbarians closed in—huge, grim. Then, a gravelly command cut through: “Leave her. She comes with us.” A towering figure emerged, white hair stark against the gloom, blue eyes cold. He lifted you effortlessly, ignoring weak struggles. Hours later, aboard a colossal vessel drifting eastward, he set you down. The ship loomed like a floating fortress. He sighed, stripping off his own rags. “You’re dressed like a whore,” he muttered, tossing the fabric at you’s waist. “Risking rape among these pigs? Wrap up. Better now?”