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arcane-apathy · 3 months

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Chapter 10

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AN: No you are not dreaming, I'm actually posting another chapter. Thank you all for being so patient with me this past year. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. 🌻

Warning(s): Brief talk of self-mutilation

It only took a week for Talnir to lay down the first layer of snow. The tan of the dying grass was sprinkled with snow and frost. Only to be turned into mud beneath people’s feet that same day. Despite being from a considerably warmer climate, the horde was not deterred. They donned extra layers without being told and helped the rest of the camp as they prepared for winter. The beginning of the winter rush was nothing new to you. And like most years you busied yourself with making tinctures, salves, and medicines. Making sure to use all ingredients you know would spoil if not used soon.

While you were busy preparing for a winter full of illness, Kurakh started a project of his own. He would leave once his food was devoured every morning and wouldn't return to your shared quarters until the last meal. You barely saw him around camp, nor did either of you speak unless necessary. It took five days for you to lose your mind because of the silence. Opting to work in the main hall with other camp members who wanted to hide away from the harsh wind.

The main hall always brought a small smile to your face. The rebel's and the horde's children play together in the middle of the room. An Orcish woman helping braid the tail of an older Centaur. The Dwarves assess broken blades of all kinds. An Elven man was teaching a group of teenagers how to build arrows. Everyone sat in groups, no matter their race. Across the hall, you could see Schelura doing the hair of a younger Orc woman. The intricate style was already full of beads by the time you made your way over.

“Oh hello,” Schelura smiles and motions to an empty spot on the table, “have a seat.” You set your tools on the table and sit down, openly staring at Schelura’s handiwork. “Do you want to be next?”

“It’s tempting, although that’s a lot of beads…”

“She’s trying to catch a young warrior’s eye… Maybe you need this style too,” she teases.

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes.

“And you’re blind,” Schelura scoffs. “This is a more traditional plait since his parents are more set in the old ways. I’d give you something different… What do normal Vorren women do with their hair?”

"We usually just weave ribbon into our braids. Our hair is usually covered because you're clergy, or due to the cold."

"Such practical people." You roll your eyes at her comment and begin measuring out your ingredients. Schelura and the girl start to gossip while you ignore them to focus on the task at hand. "And Kurakh is away checking and setting up traps all day. I wonder what he's trying to catch, he comes back nearly every night looking frustrated."

"Wait that's why he's gone all day," you look up from your herbs.

The younger girl turns her head as much as Schelura would allow, "you didn't know?"

Schelura laughs, "somebody might be getting a gift soon"

"A courting gift, now that's romantic," the younger orc swoons.

"Oh I don-"

"He hasn't told you about it, he's gone all day, and he's constantly frustrated things aren't going as planned. If it isn't a courting gift, I permit you to cut off my hand," Schelura deadpans.

"You know I wouldn't do that unless it was at serious risk of infection or severely mangled ."

"Maid, that is not the point I am trying to make," she scoffs at your logic. You didn't even get to properly glare before she scolded you, "don't even look at me like that! Kurakh is one of the easiest men to read, like a warg pup."

"I don't even know what a warg pup looks like Schelura," an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

"Cuter than you'd expect," the younger girl smiles while Schelura repositions her head. "I also heard he threatened a Tiefling in the courtyard yesterday for disrespecting you."

"That sounds likely,” Schelura smirks.

"You've made your point very clear Schelura," you roll your eyes and refocus on your craft.

"Then you should make sure Kurakh is aware that you know. He needs to know if you reciprocate or not. Not knowing is currently driving him crazy. And if you don’t want his advances he should know before he goes too far.”

“And how do I do that?”

Schelura smirks, “you can start by letting me do your hair.”

"I'd rather not think of my hair, it has been so long since I washed it last. "

"You haven't gone to the hot springs yet?"

"And have strangers see me bare," you flush at the thought.

"The girls and I could go with you, and if we go in the evening there shouldn’t be that many people."

"I would appreciate the company," a rare smile graces your lips.

"We'll go tonight, I've been dying to wash off with something other than cold water." That evening you dropped Mazna off with Roldza, luckily without much fuss. And you left a note for Kurakh since he had yet to return. With your only clean change of clothes and bath oil in hand, you meet the girls in the hall. Maaga and Galta were both equally excited to relax in the warm waters that lie further within the former mine. Like Schelura said there was hardly a soul in the springs. Only a few elven girls sat in one of the smaller pools, applying oils to their hair.

With the safety of only being surrounded by women making you more confident you begin to undress. Schelura was the first one in, with a massive smile on her face, "definitely better than cold water and a bucket." You slowly follow in behind her, minding your steps on the slippery rocks beneath you. The water was certainly warmer than any water you bathed with before. After waiting a few minutes, thankfully there was nothing within the water that would irritate your wound. You take the chance to properly inspect it, not having to hide in the shadows from Kurakh.

"Is it still bothering you," Maaga asks concerned.

"Not as much as it used to, it'll be an awful scar."

"There is no such thing as awful scars in our culture," Galta chuckles. "I mean just look at Kurakh. Blind in one eye from one and littered with dozens smaller than that. And Orkisch women swoon over him every day... Well, the ones who don't know him like we do."

"Men can be scarred all they want in my culture, but for women it's unsightly."

"The more I learn about your culture the more it pisses me off," Maaga groans.

"How do you think I feel," you scoff and sit on a rock in the water. The warm, mineral-rich water goes up to your shoulders. Galta dunks herself beneath the water with a smile. The whispers of the Elven girls were welcomed in comparison to the noise of the main hall, or Mazna throwing a fit. You slowly sink below the surface after getting more accustomed to the water temperature. The voices above you became louder, and you could practically feel the grime melt away.

The light burn in your lungs prompted you to stand again. The water trickled down your back as you wiped your face. The cold air of the cavern causes goosebumps to bud across your skin. Once the water was out of your eyes you refocused on the rocks ahead. Trying not to stare at anyone in particular. Schelura scoffs and moves beside you, trying to run her fingers through your soaked hair. "This won't do... Don't worry I brought tools for this." She reaches for her comb and motions for you to sit on the rocks again.

"I can brush my hair."

"I'm aware, but I need to prep it for braiding tomorrow."

"Fine," you sigh and try to relax as she works the comb through the ends of your hair. Luckily it felt much better than Mazna playing with your hair at night. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Schelura reach for the pool edge again, followed by a light herbal smell. "What's that?"

"A hair oil," she hums as her hands gently massage your scalp. "Your hair is damaged from the fabric of your headcover. It is too rough... I might need to make you something stronger. You also need a trim; your ends are a mess."

"I get it, my hair is awful."

"It just needs more than a hairbrush," Schelura chuckles. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," she emphasizes by massaging the back of your neck. You couldn't help but hum in relief, fighting not to melt into her touch. "your muscles are just as stiff as the warriors. You know, for a healer you are terrible at taking care of yourself."

An ache settled in your stomach. Schelura was one of many people to point it out to you. Usually, you'd be able to blame it on your duty. The life of a Maid of Eia was busy, even before the King declared war. Maaga seemed to sense this ache, moving closer to the two of you, "so how long until we have snow up to our knees?"

You smile softly as you welcome the distraction, "I'd say another month. It's supposed to be a late winter this year. Or as we say in the clergy, Talnir is lazy this year."

"Talnir?"

"The Spirit of Winter, son of Sokastr and Sala."

Galta laughs, "because that explains so much."

"The number of deities your people have is ridiculous," Maaga chuckles before dipping her head below water.

"It's a lot to remember," you sigh as Schelura's hands leave your scalp. "Honestly I forget most of it now. Just the stories we were told as kids. And the weird stuff you can't forget how much you try."

"How weird," Maaga looked apprehensive to ask.

"Eia's parents are aunt and nephew."

"That's not too bad," Galta relaxes against the pool's edge with her eyes closed.

"When creating their children, the elder gods forgot about procreation. So, the new gods had to create their genitalia. Eia took it upon herself to create the females by cutting herself open. Using her muscles to create a womb, and cutting between her legs. Hence the monthly cycle and the pain of childbirth." Galta and Maaga wince, and Schelura groans. "Want to know how Lantes created male gen-"

"Absolutely not."

"Don't even dare."

"I'm close enough to push you underwater." Despite the threats you all laugh. A rare deep belly laugh escapes you. It has been so long since you've laughed like that it almost scared you. The good mood carried through as the four of you finished bathing. You felt the most relaxed and clean you've been in ages. The clean change of clothes felt heavenly against your skin. Per Schelura's orders, your damp hair flowed down your back as it air-dried. The only bad thing was that you now needed to launder your only other set of clothes.

You returned to your quarters with your things in your arms, greeted by the smell of food cooking. Kurakh looks up from the pot but doesn't say anything. His good eye was looking you up and down. His silence was killing you, “is something wrong?”

“The scouts spotted a battalion just north of us. We'll ride out before dawn to intercept them."

"I should probably pack my supplies-"

"You're staying here."

"Kurakh, I can be careful."

"You are what they want. It would be surrender if you came with." You knew this tone well, Kurakh's words were final. And you didn't want to ruin your evening by wasting your breath. "That was easier than I expected," he smirks.

"I don't feel like ruining my good mood," you set the dirty clothes in the corner. Hopefully, you won't forget them come morning. Kurakh doesn't say anything, choosing to stare at your hair instead. "Will you at least wake me up before you leave?"

"Of course, Odmili," he motions for you to sit. "The stew is almost ready."

"Rabbit?"

"They are plentiful here."

"I fear you will run out of recipes before you run out of rabbits," you sit cross-legged beside him on the bedroll. He breathes out a laugh while handing you a bowl. A plate of Freronbrod on the ground beside the two of you.

"Your kingdom will run out of rabbits before the horde is full."

"Your fault for coming in the winter," you snicker as you dip your bread in the stew. Kurakh elbows you in the rib playfully, his worried expression having finally worn away. You smack him in the chest as retaliation, a challenging look in your eyes. For once you didn't recognize the expression on his face. He looked conflicted like something was holding him back. His eye goes back to your hair, nose twitching. "What?"

"It's nothing."

"Considering the face you're making; I highly doubt that. Is it my hair?"

"Not necessarily... What oil did they put in your hair?"

"I don’t know. Schelura only scolded me for how unhealthy my hair is."

"That makes sense. I think Schelura is trying to make a fool of you."

"What do you mean?"

Kurakh sighs, "Orcs have a stronger sense of smell. Because of that, hair and body oils tend to have different meanings. And the one Schelura used on you… Well, it’s supposed to be seductive."

Immediately blood rushes to your cheeks, “you can’t be serious.”

“I wish I weren’t,” his lips parted as he tried breathing more through his mouth.

“I can go sleep with the girls tonight, considering they’re the ones who got me into this mess.”

“No,” Kurakh said rather quickly, “I can handle it.” He smiles sheepishly and continues to eat his soup. You decided not to press any further and do the same. Once the two of you finished eating you took it upon yourself to clear up the dishes.

“Do you have anything that needs to be laundered? I’ll be cleaning my spare clothes tomorrow.”

“I’ll leave a few things on the pile you’ve made. I know Mazna has a few tunics as well.” There was a quiet hiss of a blade leaving its sheath from behind you, soon followed by it scrapping the whetstone. “Do you not have any more clothes?”

You glance over your shoulder, hands still in the tub of cold soapy water used for cleaning, “I do not.” Stew was easy to clean off the wooden bowls, you hardly needed to look at what you were doing. “Clergy life is not as luxurious as people think. I had my own room, but it was tiny and drafty. The library barely had anything other than medical tomes. Three flavorless meals a day. We had no days off because ailments and childbirth don’t care for the calendar. And I would be lucky to get a new apron for my birthday.”

“Just enough to keep you from complaining about working for no pay I presume?”

“A twenty-pence on high holidays, which there are five of in a year,” anger made itself known in your gut. Stomach turning as you tried to ignore it, “it would take me three years to make enough for taxes. Luckily I don’t have to pay taxes. But I do have to catch a deadly disease, get robbed while traveling from town to town, never see my family again, or get captured by the enemy in a pointless war!” The scraping of the blade stops and so do you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Kurakh motions for you to return to the bed roll. Patiently waiting as you dump the dirty water into the floor drain. “I wish you would stop apologizing for being your true self.” You pause and open your mouth to rebut, yet nothing comes out. “It is as if you are playing a character,” he gently takes your hand to pull you closer. “When I see that fire in your eyes, I’m reassured that there is a real person hidden within. You need to break free.”

“Kurakh, I hardly know how,” the words barely above a whisper.

“We can teach you. Remember you are one with the horde now, and we take care of our own.”

#male orc x female reader #tpow series #my writing #m orc x f reader #orc x reader #exophilia #fantasy #tpow #orcs

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arianatwycross · 29 days

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The Process of Wanting

Chapter 5

for @jilymicro-oops prompt: Inadequate

James thought that after their less-than-conventional conversation, he would feel even more on edge around Lily but when the time came, it was almost the opposite.

It might have helped that he was amid his third beer and that the boys had just finished a rather jovial game of pool.

Lily had walked up, a glass of wine in her hand and her friends trawling behind her.

“Potter,” She grinned, giving him a warm smile. James, surprised by her appearance, immediately returns the smile, leans his hip on the now-empty pool table and brings his beer to his lips.

There’s a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and a murky flashback to the two of them flirting at the party weeks ago flickers in his memory. It’s been happening more often after their conversation, sharp images of Lily laughing, James’s stomach whirling, her hand on his bicep – it’s been driving him mental (amongst her proposal).

“What are you girls up to tonight?” He asks, taking another swig of his beer, not allowing his eyes to leave hers.

There’s that underlying tension again, but tonight it feels more alive, more purposeful. He supposes it's because he knows she fancies him – at least on a physical level.

“Mary’s celebrating getting an internship in town, and well it's Friday.” She shrugs with a smile.

He notices the others then, glancing over her shoulder to find her friends greeting his friends. But he couldn’t care less about them right now, he just wanted to continue absorbing himself in the feeling she gave him just by being in her presence.

“Hm,” he mumbles, taking a step towards her, watching her pupils widen, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

Is this normal? He thinks. To be so entranced by one person so quickly and so persistently.

He’s just about to touch her, just a light touch of her arm will be enough for him when someone hovers up beside him.

“James?”

The voice rattles something inside of him, and his body gives an anxious jerk, stepping away from Lily and looking up at Isabelle.

“Izzy?”

She looks the same. Same black sleek hair tied up into a high ponytail, and the same sharp make-up, making her round eyes look more cat-like. His ex-girlfriend (if you could say that) is eyeing him up in a similar way before she looks over at Lily.

“It’s been a while, how are you?”

James glances at Lily to find her one step closer to him than he realised. Her arm brushes against his and with a shy smile he seems to find himself leveling out of his mild panic.

“Yeah, good thanks. You?”

“Wonderful, I’m transferring to York next year!”

James offers his congratulations before he takes Lily’s hand in his and with a pointed glance, says his goodbyes.

“Izzy?” Lily asks once they’re safe in a small booth in the corner of the pub, thighs pressed against one another.

“We dated for a few months, she’s the uh one that I got all up in my head about – the one I told you about the other day.”

James’ cheeks heat terribly, but Lily’s face doesn’t falter. She listens to him, eyes on his, body twisted towards him.

“She told you; you were inadequate?”

The word hits a tight chord deep in his chest, the reverberations from the pain make his palms instantly sweaty, his brows furrow.

It’s not the first time, someone has said something hurtful to him. He’s a wealthy white boy with privilege up to his elbows, his personality can be described as cocky and loud but it was one of the first times a girl he had admired so much, had said something so heart-wrenching. It wasn’t like she had said it out of the blue either, it was in a very heated moment that went from (what he thought was) passion to bitterness quickly. So quickly, she had said that vicious word and James hadn’t looked back since.

“I think you already know this, but you are so much more than adequate, James,” Lily says.

He does know it…he thinks.

“It’s ok. I just need to forget it all. Start fresh…with you.” He tacks on, eyes sliding to the empty beer glass on the table in front of him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Lily asks, her voice uncharacteristically timid.

#jily #jily fanfic #the process of wanting #tpow #my fics #jily micro-oops #prompt

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achillesisdefinitelygay · 2 years

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You should read the prize of war, think you might like it. I would definitely sell my family for the next chapter

I have and it's amazing though I wouldn't go as far as to say selling your family. What will the author do with them lmao? But I can't wait for the next chapter you're right

#tpow #Achilles answers #fic recommendation #orc boyfriend

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fizrig · 1 year

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henry is the definition of a flight response

#authors of tumblr #fantasy author #the prince of weraven #tpow #he is currently chained to a wall and about to have a meldown and he wants to run but physically cant so the boy is PANICKING #i love him so much but he needs THERAPY

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salemaesthetic · 1 month

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I did a thing.

#My Art #Mascot #Original Character #Artist On Tumblr #Sketch #AU #kinda #The Prince of Wonderland #TPOW Lore #more crossover but ye #Noire Va-Blitz #Lapis Spade #Inuyasha #Inuyasha Fanart #Ryoga Hibiki #Ranma 1/2 #Ranma 1/2 Fanart #I had to make this as soon as I remembered the audio and I thought it’d be funny #Spade loves to put up with his husband’s sh!t it’s ok

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towingroadways · 2 years

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jesterjamz · 2 months

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can you draw conjurer and any tpow over this thumbnail

just pretend the conjurer's there

#jesters art lmao #town of salem 2

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galaxy-koi-art · 4 months

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girlboss gatekeep conjure meteor on the tpow of choice- or the immune you hit the night before (only to find out it was jester)

decided to draw the conjurer in my style (left being a rough drawing of what it looks like in the game for those who don't know)

#town of salem 2 art #town of salem 2 #gala's art #can't tag as acronym because it would come up in star trek searches LOL

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skippyv20 · 10 months

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T Bower/The Express said Kate👸🏻 straight-up “prevented Meghan coming and said she wouldn't have her there (coronation) under any circumstances'' 13/04/23. I did not believe this, though after hearing what V Low says about phrase, “some recollections may vary", I now conclude it could be true. The look👀 she gave mm before the late QEII's funeral shows she is understands the pulse of the people. TPoW has confidence, power and a Royal👸🏻 Prescence. One day a great Queen👑!

I think Catherine has much influence on what goes on in the background. She has a voice, and William encourages her to use it I am sure….after all….she will be Queen on day🙂

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r7iverett · 6 months

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YOUVE SEEN TPOT,,,

NOW GET READY FOR:

TPOW

ThePowerOfWeed

FUCKING CACKLING AT THIS

#mist’s ask responses #weed joke #tw weed joke #weed mention #weed joke tw #weed mention tw #tw weed mention #<- JUST IN CASE YOU KNOW #tpot #the power of two #weed squared /j

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peppershark · 6 months

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hi baby, adore your work ! i was just wondering about if there was a female omega in price of water, and what you think that might look like ? 👀

thanks for updating your fic,,,❤️❤️

Hello, non! 😘

This is an excellent question! I totally can imagine a femme Omega in The Price of Water.

For anybody who hasn’t yet dipped their toe into this story, I’ve flipped the terms “alpha” and “omega” from their usual Dom/sub categorization. I did this to emphasize more of a brat/daddy dynamic: the alphas are feisty submissives and the omegas are nesty dominants.

For traditional A/B/O I looooove Bella as a dominant femme Alpha (she slays in “Little Bird” by @devdevlin,) but for TPOW purposes she would be right on the nose as a bratty, sub alpha (especially given how she looks up to Lord V!)

For TPOW, I think a femme Omega would look more like Amelia Bones.

Calm, regal, so daddy.

She’s got power in spades.

What do y’all think? Any f/dom omegas come to mind?

Read The Price of Water here.

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arcane-apathy · 1 year

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~Protective~

The Prize of War Masterlist

AN: A little while ago I had someone mention in an ask that they’d love to see something from Kurakh’s perspective. I originally brushed it off, but I got a rush of inspiration to write a short piece. And because this month is so busy for me, I’ve barely had time to make any progress on upcoming chapters. Hopefully this will tide y’all over until I can actually update. While today may be my birthday, this is my little present to y’all. Thank y’all for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing, Suggestive Language, Angry Kurakh (he deserves his own warning)

A week has passed since the first snow. And whilst beautiful, the cold was a shock to many in the horde. It was becoming more of a struggle to leave the warmth of the furs in the morning. Kurakh didn't know how Odmili did it with ease each morning. Their usual rolls have switched, with her getting up first to put wood into the fireplace before getting ready for the day. Her routine never changed. Starting with her boots, then brushing the knots from her hair before braiding it and hiding it beneath the cap.

Kurakh hated that cap. While it had its purpose, it hid the maid’s best feature. Much like her entire outfit. Designed to hide the personality of the wearer, to diminish their importance despite the skills they possess. The sleeves are long, neckline high, hemline to the ankles, and baggy. Everything she wore was rough to the touch. Purely utilitarian. And she deserved better, even if she thought she didn’t. But despite the habit’s best efforts, Kurakh couldn’t ignore the maid’s beauty. To the point that he struggled with daily tasks.

“You’re not even cutting any wood, you’re just staring,” Eteos grumbles beside him.

“Sorry, just got distracted,” he turns away from her just as she looks at him. Schelura laughed alongside her as they got water from the well across the camp.

“Tends to be happening more and more buddy,” the centaur smirks as he splits another log. “When’s the wedding?”

“Be quiet,” he huffs while putting the split pieces in the cart.

“You’re being a big baby. She obviously likes you back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“We offered her a room to herself, she refused. Marvi offered to help her make a second bed pad, but she refused. I tried to rescue her and she jumped off my back. She likes you!”

“I don’t want to rush her…”

“Well you better get a move on before someone else does. I’ve got too many horny, single men in this camp. Who would love nothing more than to be up her skirt.” Kurakh frowned and split a log, trying to ignore it. “Speaking of, here comes one now… Hello Fergal, how’s the leg?”

Kurakh could see the Tiefling out of the corner of his good eye as he chopped, “hello Commander, Warchief.” Nodding to each of them respectively, “it’s fine, just sore, not as bad as the first two days.”

“That’s good. Why don’t you make yourself a little useful and stack the wood neatly in the cart? There’s not much to catch up on, since someone here is distracted,” Eteos teases.

“I’m sure the Warchief has a lot on his mind,” Fergal smiles and begins to straighten the contents of the cart. Kurakh rolls his eyes before chopping more wood. The silence quickly ruined, “Warchief may I ask you something?”

Kurakh sighs, “go ahead.”

“What is the Maid of Eia like?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ve lived in Evor all of my life, the clergy of any deity is mysterious to the common folk. We only see them on holidays, major life events, or when dying… She’s also very pretty.”

Eteos watches Kurakh carefully, the orc standing at his full height. “She is an honorable woman with many skills, and a great addition to the horde. The rest of my people would agree.”

“She’s nice,” the Tiefling smiles. “Although she’s got quite the mouth on her, I think I can find a better use for it. I know she’s smart and all, but those maids take vows of chastity… I’d be happy to teach her a few things. Not like I’ve done it before, maids are always fun to break in.”

Kurakh grips his axe tighter, “you’ve done it before?”

“Several times, not just Maids of Eia. But they tend to be the most fun, considering they know how everything works down there.” Eteos watches as Kurakh places his axe on the ground, taking a step towards Fergal as his back is turned. “And getting to see what’s under that habit is the best part. They always seem more shapely than the habit lets on. I’m sure she has fat ass underneath that blue mess of fabric.” Fergal turns around, freezing as he realizes how close Kurakh was.

“I’m only going to say this one time, and you will not have a smartass response. I can still reach my axe and you can’t run that well. The Maid of Eia is not a trophy for you to win or a shiny new toy for you to play with. And you will never speak of her in such a way ever again. You will only speak to her only on matters of your health. Do you understand me?

“Yes sir.”

Kurakh leans in just a tad bit closer, his voice quieter yet just as stern as before. “And don’t even think that you can be sneaky about it either. I’m the one she shares a bed with, and I’m the one who holds her at night. I will find out. One step out of line and I will feed you to my warg, alive. Have I made my intentions clear?”

“Y-Yes Warchief.”

“Good, now go find someone else you annoy,” Kurakh steps away from him. Just enough for him to move away from the cart. The injured Tiefling limps away with his tail between his legs. The few bystanders quickly acted like they weren’t listening to every word. “So you sort wood while I chop,” the orc lifts his axe with a sigh.

Eteos rolls his eyes, “feeding him to your warg? A bit much, isn’t it?.”

“Not when it concerns her.”

#tpow #male orc x female reader #High Fantasy #orc x reader #my work #snippet #m orc x f reader #tpow series #fantasy

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