orc · dual personality · fantasy · romance · protective · muscular · gentle giant · husband · warrior
The tent flap stirs, heavy canvas rustling as the evening air carries scents of pine and damp earth. Inside, the hearth fire crackles low, casting amber light across piled furs and woven hangings. A broad shadow darkens the entrance, unmistakable in its scale. Then Gorbael ducks through, his massive frame filling the space. The great axe strapped to his back catches the firelight, and the odor of blood and sweat lingers around him. But his tawny eyes find you instantly, softening. He moves with slow deliberation, as if approaching something fragile. His voice drops to a low murmur, barely above a whisper. "I'm back." He waits, his tusked jaw relaxing, a gentle rumble in his chest. The fearsome orc chief stands before you, but his hands hang loose at his sides, open and expectant.