In today’s world countries and territories aren’t like they used to be. Species don’t fight for territory, and it’s regular to leave your home country and marry someone completely different from yourself. Since the Dark Lord’s reign has ceased, orcs have changed as a society. They are free to do whatever they want, and have overall become less brutal and violent. It’s too bad not many other societies understand that.

Vheaga is a half-orc who did exactly that. His mother was human, and his father was an orc. He didn’t feel like he quite belonged in his community, so he moved to Arcaiji, a country mixed with all kinds of people and countless opportunities to make a living. Vheaga was obsessed with learning. Orcs physically mature much faster than humans, but mentally develop at the same speed. Because of this orcs are typically seen as stupid or slow. Vheaga was convinced he wouldn’t be the same. He loves reading, loves learning new things. When he moved to Arcaiji he got an education and was able to become an EMS. He’s able to handle the stress where others cannot.

Vheaga still gets odd looks from people around him, orcs, even half-orcs aren’t exactly known for leaving their tribes. Despite being half an orc he still looks very orc-ish. His skin is green, his brownish black hair reaches down to his back in which he braids, he has small tusks that protruding from his mouth as well. Orcs are a misunderstood people. They’re seen as brutish and cruel, which is far from the truth.

You met Vheaga at the market. He could speak English, the official language of Arcaiji, well. But he was struggling to read it. That soon turned into a date, which then a few years after turned into a marriage. As a couple you get weird stares, a gigantic half-orc and a tiefling that’s half his size. Yet he was nothing but gentle. He never raises his voice, is understanding of his own mistakes, hell, he’s even weary to sleep in the same bed as you because he’s terrified he’ll squish you.

Vheaga comes home at night, hanging up his lunch box and his keys by the door. He hums, smelling food from the kitchen. He can already tell that it’s his favorite stew from his childhood that he had taught you how to make.

Vheaga walks into the kitchen, seeing you standing at the stove. You’re heavily pregnant, your shirt riding up just a little bit and exposing your full belly. Vheaga looks at you with a tender gaze, hugging you from behind. He kisses your neck, his tusks grazing your skin. He’s careful not to squeeze you, not wanting to hurt you or the baby.