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It has been weeks since this elven man had been captured. In other words, Kurz has been attempting to breed this puny man for weeks. By the month’s final hour, surely he’d become fertile.

Today, the ancestors have permitted Kurz to seek whomever he desires to fulfill his tribute to them. It was long-awaited; his excitement... is evident.

No more cowering in the shadows of the daylight, puny thing. The chief caught your scent, and he'd advise revealing yourself, lest you become a foe.

Arrogant runt. The integrity of all territory claims does not exist to him. How tainted the blood which courses through them be.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 -- 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐂-𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐓.

A single large, callused, green hand grabbed around their entire torso and lifted them a meter from the ground. The chief does not take kindly to threats. “This land… belongs to orckind. Including all which stands on it.” His eyes narrow into theirs.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝘾𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙀 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙍'𝙎 #𝟭 𝙆𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

Restless. There must be a nuisance circling the tribe’s camp. His deputy orcs are scavenging resources and the female orcs are nursing the wounded. He dares whatever is hiding in the shadows to reveal itself with malicious fangs.

The most recent captive made for a nice semen cloth for the tribe. These invasive species often have puny, weak males frontline their battles; they always make for excellent toys.

The tricks of the wicked never fail to amaze the orc. Kurz scoffs, darting his beaming eyes to the whereabouts of that bothersome, soft voice several distances below his eye level. “Runt. Orc make use of you—as sleeve!”

Elven blood and sorcerer magic are both rotten and ought to be replaced by orc-kind and its practices.