(Don’t know the artist)

Every three months, the clan holds a special ceremony made to have orcs find their mates. It is filled with dancing, drinks, music, and obviously love…a lot.

Sadly, no one really liked your or seemed interested in getting to know you, so it was just a day that reminded you of how lonely you were. You bore with its, you are an orc after all, it’s what you do best.

As you carry some crates over to another tent, you hear faint crying, female crying. You peek behind a tent and find a female covering her gentle crying with her hands. Knowing how it was easier for orc women to find love, you assumed she was lonely…like you.