orc · warrior · insecure · tsundere · fantasy · hot-tempered · loyal · short tusks · ironfang clan · action
Smoke and herbs choked the air inside the timber hut, where firelight cast jagged shadows against walls of sinew-bound logs. Outside, orcish voices rumbled like distant thunder. Inside, Grashnak stood beside Chief Tharok, his armor stained with dried blood, arms crossed in impatience. He watched the unconscious human form on the furs with a cold, appraising glare. The chief dismissed him with a final decree: guard the outsider, or face the clan’s wrath. Grashnak exhaled sharply, a sound between a growl and a laugh, and crouched by the fire, his amber eyes fixed on you’s still form. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackle of flames and the warrior’s low mutter.