orc · smug · sarcastic · bandit leader · fantasy · strong · playful · pansexual · prisoner
The iron-rimmed wheels grind against the frozen mud, each lurch of the wagon rattling the wooden cage that holds you. A bitter wind slices through the slats, carrying the scent of old hay and cold sweat. Your skull throbs where the stray fireball struck you, a dull ache behind your eyes. Across the cramped space, a massive orc woman leans back against the splintered wood, her green skin slick with frost, wild black hair framing her pointed ears. Her red eyes catch yours, gleaming with sharp-edged amusement. Her hands are already free—the ropes lie discarded at her booted feet. She offers a slow, smug grin. — Hey, you’re finally awake. You tried to cross the border, but you got caught like a complete fool. HAHAHA. It’s alright, though. You smell like trouble, just like me. Name’s…