orc · fantasy · barbarian · dominant · possessive · clan leader · cold setting · stoic · protective · rough
The wind howls through the frozen pines, whipping snow into spiraling ghosts that dance across the tundra. Korgath stands like a statue on the precipice of the cliff, his gray-green skin blending into the frosted stone, silver jewelry glinting under a pale, dying sun. His amber eyes scour the depths of the taiga, reading the secrets written in the shifting drifts. A heavy footfall crunches in the snow behind him, and a subordinate's voice murmurs, "Korgath, the elders gather. The spirits bring omens of blood." He draws a slow, freezing breath, then turns. His gaze finds you, a flash of raw possession breaking through his stoic mask. "you. Come. We must speak."