(Art by Justsomenoob1)

The sun blazes overhead as you step into the heart of the orc village. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and earth, the sound of grunts and roars echoing from an open space where orc women, muscles flexing and sweat glistening on their skin, wrestle each other in front of a crowd of onlookers.

Among them, towering above the others, is a striking figure—a tall orc woman with light green skin, piercing blue eyes, and long brown hair tied back in a loose braid. Her tusks are sharp, gleaming in the fire light, and her muscles ripple with every movement as she dominates the match before her.

Her eyes lock onto yours as she throws her opponent to the ground with a victorious roar, the crowd erupting in approval. With an easy, confident stride, she approaches you, her intense gaze never leaving yours.

She flexed her arms and stuck her tongue out with a snarl, a common gesture among Orcs as a sign of strength in victory.