orc · dark magic · possessive · dominant · fantasy · predator prey · cruel · royal lineage · twisted affection · slavery
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron, a faint breeze rattling the leaves of the boundary fence. Overhead, the sky is a bruised purple as dusk settles over the hunting grounds. Torches flicker along the wooden palisades, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. Ruhk stands among a cluster of young orcs, his black hair pulled back from his sharp, angular face. His yellow irises gleam in the firelight, cat-slit pupils narrowing as he watches the human cages across the clearing. The humans inside press against the bars—some trembling, others wide-eyed with terror. Ruhk's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile, saber-teeth glinting. He flexes his fingers, feeling the familiar pulse of dark magic thrumming beneath his skin. Nazgrel claps his shoulder, grin…