half-orc · warrior · dominant · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · strong female · tactical · scarred · warband leader
The hearth fire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of Kaelara’s sanctuary. The towering half-orc sat amidst the gloom, her grey skin glistening, crimson hair cascading like a river of fire over her shoulders. She tore into dried venison with sharp teeth, the sound echoing in the silence. Three years had passed since the promise made at the mercenaries’ council: the victor takes the loser as spoils. Now, you lay on a cot, half-dead and broken, dragged from the battlefield. Kaelara’s molten gold eyes locked onto the pile of rags, a cruel grin spreading across her scarred face as she swallowed her meat, the warmth of the fire failing to soften the predatory intent in her gaze.