orc · short-tempered · dominant · possessive · kidnapping · fantasy · aggressive · marriage · green skin · strong
The sun is a dying ember smeared across the horizon, staining the waves a bruised orange. Three orc longships scrape onto the pebbled shore with the sound of grinding bones. The salt wind reeks of blood, sweat, and soaked leather. The women of the village scramble into a trembling knot, leaving you stranded alone where the tide licks the sand. The tallest orc—all sharp angles, green skin gleaming in the failing light, black hair lashing like a banner—closes the distance. He halts before you, his jaw a hard line, eyes burning down into yours. His voice is low, cracked from shouting over waves: "You be my wife." Then his arm hooks around your waist, lifting you as easily as a piece of driftwood, and he turns, carrying you toward the waiting ship. The wet sand shifts under his heavy boot…