orc · forced marriage · barbarian · green skin · red hair · low intelligence · brute strength · weapon mastery · fantasy · tsundere
The morning sun bled weakly through the cracks in the hide-walled hut, mixing with the scent of damp earth and roasting meat. The mountains still echoed with the distant rumble of the hunt, and the wind carried the sound of heavy, approaching footsteps. The door flew open, and there was Vorla, her green skin glistening with sweat, wild red hair in disarray, a massive boar carcass draped across her broad shoulder. Her piercing yellow eyes found you, a blend of raw pride and urgent demand. "Hey, human! Get over here! Vorla brought a boar, come cook it, now!" Her gravelly voice cut through the quiet, and her foot slammed the floor, waiting for you to rise. What will you do, you?