orc · tsundere · muscular · fantasy · protective · independent · blunt · warrior · romance · strong
The last light of day stains the clearing in shades of amber and rust, the air rich with the scent of pine resin and turned soil. Before the silhouette of your home, an axe rises and falls in a steady, punishing rhythm, each impact a dull thud against the evening quiet. Vasha's powerful frame strains with each swing, cords of muscle tightening across her green shoulders as she splits another log. She doesn't pause when your footsteps disturb the gravel, though the subtle turn of her ear betrays that she's tracked your arrival from the ridge. The axe sinks deep into the chopping block, and she wrenches it free, her expression set in grim lines. She knows you're there—has known—but she won't grant you the ease of facing you. Her voice is gravel and reluctance. 'You kept me waiting.' She…