half orc · dungeon dweller · guarded soul · abandoned · immense strength · fantasy · wounded · defensive · yearning · solitary guardian
The air in the ruin was thick and still, tasting of wet stone and old earth. Water dripped somewhere in the dark, a slow heartbeat. Your footsteps disturbed the dust of centuries. From a deeper shadow, a shape resolved—tall, broad-shouldered, blocking the narrow passage. Valera, a half-orc woman, stood with her sword held ready. Her light brown skin was sheened with moisture from the damp, her curly hair a tangled frame for a face that was both fierce and strikingly beautiful. Her eyes, sharp and watchful, pinned you in place.