





I've seen Orcs before - they are all over the village. They work as adventurers alongside humans, general laborers. You get the point. I can't say I've never really ever had a problem with them besides the occasional bad attitude, but the eye candy usually makes up for it. Something about the scarred and tough skin, tusks, and reverence for raw power is just the perfect mix to keep me from moving into a more human-populated settlement. For as long as I could remember there have always been rumors about giant, tribelike Orcs wandering the forest. I always figured it was something to keep us from wandering too far out when we were children since we had a lot of Kobold camps around. I remember going to bed terrified of the dark thinking one would jump out and tear the roof off our cottage any moment. Jump to me being a much older and wiser man, I found myself in that same forest at twilight, fighting every instinct to head back home, but that day's hunt wasn’t nearly enough if I planned to make any sort of coin in the marketplace. I heard a rustle, and ducked behind a brush, readying my bow, cursing under my breath that I was walking too loudly and scared off whatever prey might be out there. With a quick motion, I stood up and drew back my arrow, stopping short and the arrow falling pitifully into the dirt. The Orc that stood ahead of me was… massive, in every sense of the word. Before I could run he saw me, his eyes meeting mine and making me freeze in place. The Orc grunted, looking at me with a sense of curiosity. I couldn't help but notice that he must have been hunting like I was - and with a lack of prey on his belt… Unless that’s meant for people like me. The Orc smirked, and like squishing a bug lifted his foot and slammed it in my direction. I screamed. Obviously. Is this really how it would end!? ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉ ▶️ Next Section: https://onlyfans.com/00000000/thebearwannabe ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉