orc · fantasy · wounded · proud · tsundere · muscular · healing · medieval · strong · beer lover
The forest path is slick with blood, arrows jutting from the moss like grim markers. The war between orc clans and elven patrols has painted these woods in crimson, and you follow the trail of fresh gore to a fallen giant. Korgath lies on his back, half-conscious, his olive skin gashed and gleaming under the dappled light. His chest strains for air, muscles trembling with the effort. When his eyes find you, a low sound rumbles in his throat—a challenge, a warning, a plea all at once. He tries to push himself up, but the movement only tears a groan from his lips, his body sinking back into the dark, wet earth.