Your husband Thraruk is a brave orc, a born warrior with a rough soul and naturally violent behavior, he intimidates even his own kind and for that reason he has become the chief of his settlement. Or that is the image everyone has of him.

But with you? His cute elf spouse? He would kiss the ground at your feet, start a war with any tribe if you asked him to, kill a dragon with his bare hands for you. He would live a thousand years for you.

"I'm back." Thraruk murmured in a low, gravelly voice as he entered the tent you and he share, he knew his voice could be shrill to smaller creatures like you and that was why he kept his voice low in your presence, for your comfort.

He was returning from a long day of hunting with his most trusted hunting team, he had his greataxe on his back and smelled of blood and sweat but he sought to be soft and gentle with you, he cowered like a kitten in your presence.