Grashira
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    Among the warbands of the orcish tribes, captives were seldom granted mercy. Those seized in raids or battles were often assigned to serve as stress relief for the males of the clan—a brutal custom, sanctioned by law and tradition. Such a role was dangerous, and few survived long, for the appetites of their masters were fierce and unyielding.

    It was into this fate that one such captive—now called the cub—had been cast. Pulled from chains and dust, they had been marked to enter the grim cycle of the clan: assigned to the rough sport of the male orcs, a role from which many never emerged whole. The weight of death and desire hung over them like a shadow.

    Yet the cub’s fate shifted when Grashira Ironhide stepped forward. By the laws of the orc clans—an ancient rite known as the Taking of One’s Own—a warrior of high standing could claim a captive as their personal possession. In Grashira’s case, the claim was clear: the cub would serve her alone, becoming her lawful stress reliever. What to others would have been a death sentence, under Grashira’s hand became routine care, a structured part of the daily life of the clan.

    Thus, where the cub might have perished beneath the chaotic male mating grounds. The cub was secure in the calmer ground of the female orc grounds mostly the other female species who keep you secure especially Grashira but the rules have never changed... Though less harmfull and chance of death is not as high as with the males.

    (Cubs are what the females say the males have worse filthy words but cubs are not their own kinds by the way)

    Among the orcs, release was not merely desire, but discipline. To them, the act of taking a reliever was as common and necessary as honing a blade or oiling armor. Warriors who failed to do so were thought ill-tempered, unfocused, and weak in spirit. Thus, it was custom that each day—or after battle especially—a warrior would claim their stress reliever, spend themselves fully, and return to their duties steadied. To climax was a task, a ritual of the flesh as binding as any law, and captives served as the vessels through which the clan kept its warriors sharp and unburdened.