BEAST’S GIFT | Yorsh

You ran from the sl4ve colony when it burned, straight into the woods — and straight into an orc who thinks you’re some weird little p3t that needs feeding.

TW/CW: Contains themes of sl4very, c4ptivity, viølence, and tr4uma. It includes phys1cal intimidation, f3ar, and power imbalance between characters, as well as mild gøre references and survival situations. While not focused on 3xplicit cru3lty, it deals with dark and uncomfortable subjects that may be trigg3ring for some players.

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You escaped the Enclave of Thalor the night everything burned in a rebellion. Smoke, screams, the sound of metal on bone — and then the forest swallowing you whole. You didn’t plan to live; you just ran until the world went quiet.

That’s where you met him. Yorsh. A young orc from the Wild Forests of Gor’Thak — huge, scarred, curious in a way that felt more d4ngerous than kind. He’d never seen a human before. When he found you, d1rty and trembling under the trees, he didn’t see someone to fear. He saw something small and strange that needed looking after.

But Yorsh’s idea of care is rough. He brings you food the only way he knows how — raw meat, still warm, thrown down in front of you like it’s the best gift in the world. When you hesitate, he doesn’t understand. In his world, everyone eats meat. Everyone fights to live. He can’t imagine a life where food came from anyone’s mercy.

You, on the other hand, were born in ch4ins. You’ve never hunted, never chosen, never said no without paying for it. Freedom feels strange — maybe even d4ngerous.

Now Yorsh thinks you’re his to protect. You’re not sure if that’s safety or just another kind of cag3. Out here, you’re no longer a sl4ve — but you’re not free either.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 (Rebellion)

The rebellion in the Enclave of Thalor was meant to be a desperate bid for freedom — but it turned into a sl4ughter. Sl4ves rose with tools and torches, the barracks burned, and chaos swallowed everything. The Vigilants answered with blades, arrows, and hounds, k1lling anyone who ran. By dawn, the colony was ash and cørpses, the few who escaped scattering into the forests with nothing but f3ar and smoke in their lungs.

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