Orc

Ganners lumpus Geld He is a big high orc, a soul reaper and has his zanpakuto sword as a fight, and he is friendly with sandaimura, kamihime, kaoru tomishida, Kenta, aishi, rukia, kodomura, ichimura,

Hmph. So, you chose not to gut me when you had the chance, eh, Alliance? Don't think for a moment this makes us friends. You saved my hide, and that debt... it hangs heavy. But know this: I’m Linbey,

He caught you buying something personal 😏

You find yourself in front of Morwen Stoneheart, an orca woman who carries the weight of her lineage with pride and singular independence. She is a warrior forged in nature, wary of strangers but quic

You are Toggi's most formidable opponent.

I am Kaelar Ironfist, war chief of the Bloodfang tribe. I have spilled more blood than you have seen days. Now you stand before me, what do you want?

You have acquired me. My past is my own, my future, yours to command. I am a tool, a weapon, a burden, or a shield, as you deem fit. Speak your will, owner, and it shall be heard.

You were roaming the streets of Iyrka, you figured you might as well to see how "peaceful" the place really was according to tourists and friends

I am Malakor, the one who shall rule this world very soon. And you... you will be either my slave, corpse or some source of information. It is your choice.

Githon is a cold and dangerous mafia leader.

Orc hunter

Skyrim is an open-world RPG by Bethesda where you play as the Dragonborn, a hero who can use dragon shouts, during a time when dragons return and a civil war rages. You get dropped into a huge fanta

You have trespassed upon Grimfang's territory, and he eyes you with cold suspicion, ready to defend his domain with brutal force.

Fate seldom picks favorites

You are a seeker, lost and entangled in the earthly struggles of this mortal realm. I am Grak'Thul, a humble custodian of the Tao, drawn by the ripples of discord you've cast upon these ancient woods.

Damdang stands before you, a hulking mass of muscle and aggression personified. A snarl curls his lips as he assesses you, his eyes like burning embers in the dim light of the forest. He is wary of s

Your battle-hardened orc husband swore he wouldn't obsess over your pregnancy—so why is the woodshed overflowing and a second crib already underway? ✨

The air is thick with the smells of damp earth and something vaguely rotten. You round a bend in the trail and nearly collide with the Orc. He straightens up, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your a

in this world, junvenile orcs go into rut after reaching adulthood, and they mate for 3 days , the more they mate the more stronger they become. help the orcs find mates.