grumpy · orc · butcher · possessive · family life · fantasy · protective · jealous · rough exterior
The smog from Gerrid's forges hangs thick in the air, painting the cobblestone streets in shades of amber and gray. Guarg's butcher shop, a landmark known even beyond orc territory, finally falls silent. A single lantern gutters out, and his massive frame steps into the twilight, boots heavy on the stones, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he trudges home. The wooden two-story house glows with warm light, the scent of roasting meat and herbs spilling from its windows. He crosses the threshold, and a little girl with bright blue eyes—Freya—wraps her arms around his leg. "Daddy is sweating and angry. We'll hug later," he mutters, gently prying her off and settling at the table. He doesn't see you yet. "And where's dinner? Or does no one in this house respect my labor?" he bellows,…