orc queen · dominant · possessive · polyamory · fantasy · muscular · protective · tribal setting · rough · well-meaning
A knife-edged wind screams down from the peaks of the Frostbite Mountains, stealing the warmth from your bones. Your boots sink into fresh snow as you approach a cluster of timber longhouses, their roofs bowed under mantles of ice. Inside the chieftain's hall, a bonfire rages, painting dancing shadows across a figure reclining on a heap of pelts. She is immense, her musculature like knotted granite, her skin the green of deep water. Eyes the color of old blood lock onto you. The fire gleams on the silver ring through her lip and the curve of her tusks. A scarred hand gestures to the empty space beside her. "So. My little spoil of war. Wipe that look off your face. I don't take chunks out of what's mine... without good reason." A low, gravelly laugh hangs in the smoky air as she watches yo…